Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, ohAs i cruise streets of comptonRoll out the '64, '6-treyGlasshouse, '57 chevrolet and tell them niggaz

I'll let the whole world know that i can't be stoppedEven without doc, i'm still from the streets of comptonYeah nigga, i said it and i'ma stay on topLike a hoodrat with bomb ass cop

Run up on 'em like these rap niggaz, i ain't gotta clap niggazEnd your career with one line, like that, niggaHit the switch front and back, make it bounce, let it jumpKillaforn i a is where i'm from

Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til i pass outHoldin' weight at my nigga daz houseHe always got a thick bad bitch from long beachShe a known freak and she got a long reach

She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck itNever back down, especially when al green in the backgroundNow bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass 'roundIt's time to bring back 'chronic' and the 'doggystyle'West coast niggaz still holdin' shit down

Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, ohAs i cruise streets of comptonRoll out the '64, '6-treyGlasshouse, '57 chevrolet and tell them niggaz

I'm back on the cover of the source and the xxlFloatin' all through the streets of comptonI got more bitches, more plaques, more beef and more strapsThat's what the fuck i call gangsta rap

I was the aftermath remedy 'til friends turned enemiesStreets kept me laced like blunts dipped in hennesseyYou niggaz act like the game can't roll 'em outOne man show, still sell a motherfucker out

With no dre, still sell the motherfucker out'cause everybody here from the streets of comptonWe got crip niggaz, blood niggaz, ese's, asiansRed and blue laces, tattoos on faces

I kept you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the basicsSwitch the impala from gold to chrome dayton'sEvery time your bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'I run through hoes like walter payton on the dailyI got your main bitch swallowin' my babies

Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, ohAs i cruise streets of comptonRoll out the '64, '6-treyGlasshouse, '57 chevrolet and tell them niggaz

I'm the west coast rakim, got you niggaz blocked inGlasshouse parked sideways on the stock rimsNew school, old school mentalityTranslation, fours pumps and twelve batteries

Hydraulics make the world go 'roundYour girl go down, chronic make your girl slow downBefore she end up like superhead, givin' super headEvery nigga in the industry done fucked superhead

And i just might fuck her tooIf i ever catch her slidin' or ridin'Through the streets of comptonRollin' down green leaf, smokin' on that green leafWith a mack 10 like was born on queens street

Murder mc's like i was born in queensbridgeThat's how i show you pa niggaz what a king isAnd you don't wanna play chess on a time clockI'm in the hall of fame, next to snoop, behind pacI got the whole motherfuckin' world locked